The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1145 - 344: A Funeral for the Late Prince Colin (Part 3)

In the entire Holy City, there is perhaps only this prince with noble ideals who is willing to use his own land and honor to expand the territory for Saint Sis's faith.

Forcing a friendly smile on his sorrowful face, Luo Yan nodded slightly and said.

"Thank you for your concern. If the day truly comes when I can no longer bear it, I won't keep it bottled up. But after hearing your prayers, I feel as if the sadness in my heart has been soothed."

"This shows that your heart yearns for the light, just like the vast majority of children in the Holy City... I'm glad to have been able to help you," the Pope nodded with a smile, then turned his gaze to the nearby Dantes family, saying with a teasing voice, "I suppose... compared to an old stranger, what you need most at this moment is the support of your family, so I won't take up any more of your time."

Luo Yan nodded slightly, watching as His Holiness the Pope departed, and Youyou, who was hiding behind him, quietly floated out.

The energy from that old man made it feel a bit afraid, and only after he left did it feel a bit better.

"Lord Demon King, you should probably avoid interacting with him. He might be... more than just a Demigod; he could possess the power to communicate with the Divine."

"I have my own judgment, no need to worry about me," Luo Yan responded in his heart, then turned his gaze to the Dantes family, continuing in his heart, "How many times have I said, call me Prince when we're outside."

Clearly, Sarah called him Demon King just yesterday...

Feeling aggrieved, Youyou made a chirping sound and then morphed into an invisible wisp of green smoke that dissipated from Luo Yan's side.

"Prince Colin... are you alright?" Seeing His Holiness the Pope leave Colin's side, Edmond hurriedly approached, his face filled with concerned awkwardness.

It was an expression that attempted to show care without appearing overly familiar or presumptive.

His two sons stood awkwardly behind him, cautiously observing Uncle Colin before them.

Luo Yan glanced at the two children, taking only a second to discern their personalities: one cheerful and sunny, the other introverted. Their gazes toward him held respect and admiration, along with a slight yearning for recognition.

As for the young lady named Sofia, her gentle face showed, besides these three emotions, an obsession that he had also seen on Miss Castellion's face.

The only one out of the ordinary was Little Emily, whose sullen expression looked as if someone had taken away the candy from her pocket... It seemed he had inadvertently taken away a child's toy again.

"I'm... fine," Luo Yan looked at his "distant relatives," squeezing a gentle smile from his sorrowful face, "Thank you for coming to attend my father's funeral... He always wanted to connect with his family in the Holy City during his lifetime, but regrettably, it was not until my generation that we finally awaited the collapse of the Barrier."

Seeing the Prince, clearly filled with sadness yet still considering the feelings of those around him, Anna and Sofia's eyes welled up with tears.

"Oh... I'm sorry, I can't help it," Anna sobbed, covering her face with a damp handkerchief.

"Mom, use mine." Holding back her sorrow, her eyes red, Sofia handed her handkerchief to her.

"Thank you... my dear daughter, you are such a beautiful and kind child, I am proud of you," Mrs. Dantes said while sobbing, blowing her nose into the handkerchief.

Sofia didn't mind her mother; only then did she suddenly realize that it was her only handkerchief... and she couldn't do without it.

"I have a spare here." Noticing her dilemma, Luo Yan courteously offered his handkerchief to her.

After all, he wouldn't need it; he carried it merely to conform with local customs.

"Thank you..." With flushed cheeks, Sofia took the handkerchief, clutching it tightly in her hand, saying softly, "You're so kind."

The handkerchief still held some of his warmth and scent, and in an instant, she felt the heat rising to her cheeks.

Lowering her head shyly, all the carefully rehearsed phrases she had practiced before the mirror were stuck in her throat, and not a single one of the "100 Soul-Deep Love Sentences" she had memorized was uttered.

Instead, she felt as if something had entered her soul.

"You're welcome." Luo Yan nodded courteously, his demeanor remaining respectful and proper.

Seeing Prince Colin's articulate manners, Edmond's throat moved, his face eager.

Finally, he couldn't resist trying to show his value in front of the Prince as the head of the Dantes family, so he stole the limelight from his daughter and said.

"Your Highness, um... may I speak with you? Regarding the matter you asked me to handle, I've completed it, and the bank manager promised me..."

"Shh." Placing his index finger on his lips, Luo Yan gestured for silence.

Faced with that serious gaze, Edmond was startled and quickly closed his already open mouth.

Seeing the well-mannered Mr. Dantes, Luo Yan nodded with satisfaction, speaking in a soft voice.

"For the next steps, just report to Lumier. He will be staying in the Holy City during this time, and he will tell you what to do."

"Yes..."

Looking at the face illuminated by the light of the Holy Candle, Edmond swallowed hard, instinctively adopting a tone of reverence.

He didn't know why.

Clearly, this Prince's tone was gentle, and he treated others with humility and grace, yet he still felt an instinctive fear.